The Experience: September 3rd-June 20th

This blog post I am going to reflect on the experience I've had this year in HTHS Creative Arts Class. I am most grateful for the amazing group of individuals I shared a table with in art, we encouraged each other and always made each other laugh day to day, which is very important. I learned that your environment highly affects your art work ethic. I had one of the most genuine teachers I've ever encountered this year in Creative Arts in all of my years of learning, which provided for an entirely comfortable environment to work in year-round. Mrs.Kiick encouraged me and shoved me toward my potential, it was surely a shove I needed. Mrs.Kiick helped me realize and reach my true art potential, mind you, I've never held an interest in art until this school year! I learned the basics of shading,how to blend successfully,and how to adequately capture the essence and meaning of pieces of art work, but what will always remain with me from Creative Arts Class is to keep on trying. Cliche sounding, I know, but the thought will always remain in my head to keep on trying, even if I don't like the 'work of art' I produced, or situation I have placed myself in- keep on trying. I am so grateful for the experience I had this year in Creative Arts, and I am especially grateful for having had the opportunity of being taught by such an excellent educator like Mrs.Kiick, and having gotten the chn=ance to share my experience with such great people at my table, and in my class.

2014 In 2034

  It is 2034, and I have discovered a capsule assembled in the year 2014!!!! The box of the time capsule itself is quite the work of art. The colors, and shading, and blending looked magnificent. The inside is what took me on a journey though; a journey throughout 2014. Whew, what a year! I came across an old math test, which this person did earn a 98% on, might I mention. There was a cheerleading bow that I got a kick out of, the owner was a cheerleader, and the bow meant a whole lot to her. There were newspapers as well, and boy was the news contained in the articles something! Missiles being fired from country to country, pop-stars "twerking" at award shows, and stocks bouncing up and down. There was also one item that really revealed to me who the owner of the box was. Her name was Jull Parisi, a woman who battled a number of mental set-backs, diseases, and disorders, along with many hardships throughout her life. I admire this woman because the letter that she had wrote to herself was so intimate and personal, and she certainly must've known that she was addressing herself in the letter, but won't be read by herself. Overall, my findings inside of the box and finding this time capsule itself was touching and learning experience all in one.

Once Upon A Time...

This is a story about a princess on her journey to find what we all crave most- love. I am Aurora Annabelle Princeton of Wales, New England. My come up was rough, and not your typical cookie-cutter background of royalty. I had issues I had to over come to reach my goal of love. You must understand, in my household I had no solid foundation of support. This is especially true of my wicked elder sister, Nadine. Nadine is as cold as an Eastern Everest wind. Nadine supported me in none of my endeavors for the entirety of my life, always belittling my accomplishments and shooting down every goal I've ever set. Nadine's hate and anguish only served as a motivation for me to find love. She'd tell me time and time again how ugly my cheek bones were, how large and dismal my eyes were, and how thick I was in my hips. "You'll never find a man" she'd tell me, "with the physical appearance youuu have to offer, you'd be lucky to find love even in a toad." However I did fall in 'love' with a toad of a man, a long time ago, and his name was Andrew. Andrew didn't excel in his looks, but he did hold a heart of gold- or at least that is what I was led to believe. After months with Andrew I thought I had found the one- my love, my one true love. I was proven wrong, and decieved. Andrew had been dating Clara, princess of Aragon as well as myself. I was disgusted and resented Andrew for a very long time, and I even stopped believing in love.  That is, until I came across Josh Edwards. Josh was the most handsome of all the men in the world. I've never seen anyone quite like Josh. His eyes, his hair, his sweet laugh, and gentle touch, I could help but.. Fall in love. This was much different than when I had made myself believe that I fell in love with Andrew. I had unconsciously fallen in love with Josh, and I fell more and more in love with him each and every time we'd lay eyes on eachother. It was Josh's heart, and intelligence that truly won me over. His intellect, his outlook, his kind hearted view on the world- he was perfect for me. Josh eventually did the deed and rescued me from my castle in my sleep, brought me to the Grande Hill of Wales and granted us Princess and Prince of Wales, England. I had finally ended my journey for love and fallen into the arms on my true love, my prince-Josh Owen Edwards. We lived happily ever after.

Art.....Art......Art

    The idea behind the Art X 3 is brilliant! I loved this project, it was much different than any art project I've ever worked on. You get a life lesson out of learning to pick up a new project, or situation,and WORK with it. You're essentially "letting go" of your own work, and accepting another piece. You work with the assets of the piece, and work with the flaws of the piece. The same concept can be executed in real life situations- not just in the world of art. It was a quirky process, but neat to be "starting new" with a piece of work that is in fact not new at all, and already a piece of art work. The challenge of the process was creating a piece that isn't yours, and MAKING it yours. A neat process indeed!

The piece I contributed to last.

The piece I started with.

POP Printing

I enjoyed the process of creating a pop print. Talk about a fun experience! Carving the easy-cut plate was a unique process and my favorite part. First we carved out the sketch, the next step was applying paint to the pad and pressing onto paper to create a POP print. I chose to sketch the mug. I figured the mug would be simple to depict onto paper, but show neat curves and lines when creating a print. The outline of the mug created a neat looking pop print as I had anticipated! Printing in mass production is a helpful process in the world of art. It helps indicate how many originals there are in existence. We can't say the same is done with the process of printing money! 

Blue Galore

Portia Munson has a tendency to show her interests in her work, as well. Portia creates themes of color in her collections, proving her passion and interest in color. By doing this, Portia is showing her interest in color, just as we did in our high school art room. In our art class, we have come together to form a class collection. Our theme was the color Blue! I had a lot of fun with this project, because it showed a whole lot about the individuals who make up the HTHS creative arts classes. Each object portrayed a different interest of a student. In my favorite photograph I took of our class collection, there is a great deal of diversity within the collection. We have a beaded theatre mask, showing a student's interest for the art of theatre. Also pictured is the blue bottle of Powerade. This bottle of Powerade shows a student's interest in sports and athletics. There is also a homemade pillow pictured, showing another student's interest in sewing and home economics. The variety in our collection creates not only a beautiful display for the eyes, but also a twisting riddle for the mind to decipher the many interests of the students apart of the HTHS creative arts classes.

Collecting, Collection, Collector

I own a collection. I do not collect your average item though; not fancy quarters nor high fashion magazines. I collect cheerleading bows. I own this collection of cheerleading bows for a couple of reasons. Not only do I find the cheerleading bows personally attractive and glitzy, but I also collect these bows because they all define me. Each and every bow defines me in it's own way, and has it's own story. Each bow is a keepsake of a memory that has stuck with me from when I was wearing that certain cheerleading bow, or upon first receiving the bow. I like remembering how I felt at that specific moment in time when I received or wore that specific bow. Lastly, I collect bows because they show my uniqueness as an individual. At times it will come up in conversation about collecting, and I gladly like to state that I own a collection myself of an object not so prevalent amongst the collector's world. Holding a collecting is a great way to not only express yourself, but a great way to accomplish what you thought wasn't possible. I mean, I own 46 cheerleading bows- who would've ever thought I could accomplish a collection of that depth?!